The once backwater swamp stretched for hundreds of thousands of square kilometres, full of rancid black water and highly toxic poisons. In the depths of the swamp, there are a large number of swamp monsters with terrifying strength, among which there are many shadows of gold-level lords.

But that was once after all!

In the five or six years since the War of God, due to the collapse of the Twilight plane and the rapid deterioration of the climate, the area of the backwater swamp has shrunk dramatically. The remnants of the swamp that Fang Jin saw so far were only tens of thousands of square kilometers, less than one-tenth of what it was at its peak. The various deadly poisonous insects and demonic beasts in this area have almost all died, or have been transformed into evil beasts that can be driven by the ancient evil things, and finally turned into ashes along with the fall of the ancient evil things.

But even so, Fang Jin could still feel that in the depths of the remaining backwater swamp, there were still some demonic beasts with extremely tough vitality, many of which could threaten him now.

"Fortunately, my brother has a black dragon!"

Fang Jin, who had a flying mount to travel, looked carefully for a moment, and then swaggered over this swamp from the sky.

Taking a step back, even if he didn't have the Black Dragon, the Seventh-Order Legendary Cloak he obtained by killing and destroying the Black Dragon would be enough for him to easily cross this extremely dangerous Dead Domain.

Before the Divine War, if someone dared to do this like Fang Jin, they would definitely be attacked by a large number of flying demonic beasts in the depths of the backwater swamp, and they would die faster than they could travel through the ground. But now, Fang Jin has made a safe and steady journey through the outskirts of the backwater swamp and into the very center of the Neupera region.

Once here, although black sticky swamps can be seen everywhere, the land area begins to increase rapidly.

In some relatively safe places, there are even traces of building ruins and human remains. However, just when Fang Jin wanted to continue flying in, the black dragon suddenly let out an uneasy dragon groan, warning him.

Almost at the same time, Fang Jin himself sensed the abnormality.

The surrounding air currents and magic began to become chaotic and disorderly. Especially at the high altitude they are in, the fierce wind is like a whirlpool and undercurrent in the turbulent river, constantly tearing the "boat". Ordinary flying demonic beasts, if they are caught up here, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold on for even ten seconds, and they will lose control of their bodies and fall.

As a gold-level creature, the black dragon has an unusually powerful physique, and is immune to low-level magic. Even then, it has become extremely difficult to maintain its flight here.

Not only that, but perhaps it was close to where Toglos had fallen, and there was a huge crack and hole in the sky directly above them, stretching for hundreds of miles. Endless spatial turbulence and purple thunder cleaved from the cracks, more dangerous than anywhere Fang Jin had seen before.

This was comparable to the purple thunder of the Golden Rank with all his strength, which made Fang Jin feel a strong danger.

"Forget it."

Glancing at the ruins of the mausoleum group in the mountains in the distance, and seeing that it was not far from the destination, Fang Jin immediately decided to lower the height. If you fly too high, you always feel like you're going to be struck by lightning sooner or later!

It's one thing to look down from above, it's another thing to descend to a low altitude. Although the chaotic magic and air flow eased a lot, another rotten, dead aura came immediately. Apart from the sound of the wind and the sound of the black dragon flapping its wings, there is hardly any life and sound in the central area of Neupera. It's as if nothing has changed for a hundred years.

Until, he slowed down and flew from a height of more than ten meters above the ground into the periphery of the ruins of the Tutammon Dynasty tomb complex.

Feeling the breath of the living creatures, the ruins of a mass graveyard below suddenly shook.

Immediately, a large skeleton that was clearly not a human creature lifted open the rubble and crawled out of the burial site.

It is at least four meters tall, and its black-gray skeleton is much thicker than that of a normal human. I don't know if it was a hand cut off before he died, or if it was a one-armed monster, the only left arm on the wreckage became thicker and thicker, and he was carrying a three-meter-long sharp bone spear.

The black soul fire flickered, staring at Fang Jin through the broken head, and threw the bone spear at him and the black dragon on his rode.

Because there is a charge that lasts nearly two seconds, this throw has a heavy gravity, and the speed and lethality are extremely amazing. As soon as the whistling sound of breaking the air reached my ears, this bone spear followed!

Being able to survive in the collapsed twilight plane until now, and still being able to escape the erosion of ancient evil things, no matter what the reason, Fang Jin didn't dare to underestimate it.

As soon as he sensed that something was wrong, he ordered the black dragon to speed up again, and pulled up the altitude to maneuver in a change of direction.

Since it took a little time for this undead to break through the ground, and Fang Jin found it quickly enough, the black dragon was just able to dodge this blow.

But to his surprise, this bone spear turned out to be point-in, and it could change direction and track!

When he was about to brush with the black dragon's body, the angle deviated a few degrees inward, and it was fiercely pierced into the root of the black dragon's flank, and it was nearly two meters in!

Even though the black dragon's defensive power was amazing, it still let out a terrible and angry roar. What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be some cursed state attached to the bone spear, and the black energy spreads from the wound, preventing the wound from healing, making the black dragon's blood flow endlessly, and it becomes more and more difficult to maintain flight and balance.

"Enhancement Holy Healing Technique!"

Fang Jin frowned, and a soft holy light lit up on his hand.

After a treatment, the damage caused could not be completely healed, which shows the amazing power of this blow. Thankfully, the additional curse was successfully dispelled.

This made Fang Jin have no idea of stopping fighting and tempting.

Appearing on the periphery of the ruins of the mausoleum complex, the curse attached to throwing weapons with all your might was once again dispelled, showing that although the lethality is high, it is by no means a real strong enemy. In addition, this is the twilight plane, and there is no experience and drop after killing monsters, Fang Jin simply let the black dragon continue to fly in.

Of course, after receiving this attack, both he and the black dragon he controlled were visibly more vigilant.

Over the next five minutes, several more attacks followed, with different tactics. gives Fang Jin the feeling that he basically has a quasi-gold level, or even stronger combat power.

The periphery of the ruins of the mausoleum complex is so dangerous, how dangerous should it be that it is the center of the ruins where Toglos fell?

"Ding~"

At this moment, as if sensing some invisible traction at the end of the center of the ruins in the distance, Fang Jin's [Mirror of Radiant Light of Toglos] suddenly let out a soft sound on its own.

In the past, such an omen would only occur when the mirror was triggered by an attack.

"Really?"

Fang Jin's heart sank, not happy but worried.

The movement of the Mirror of Flare proves that there is indeed a high probability that Torglos has fallen here. But it was this strangeness that made him feel faintly uneasy.

The Mirror of Flare was obviously torn apart, and it was slowly repaired after being picked up by himself, and the dragon horcrux spirit that belonged to him was replaced. In this case, there is still a reaction to the original owner?

Or maybe Torglos, the Lord of the Dawn, is not dead, but retains a remnant of his soul like Angela, the god of shadows?